Shadows in the Dark
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
647
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Shadows in the Dark
Shadows in the Dark.
I wrote this in Ancient History and, believe it or not, I was reading about Socrates at the time. No idea where this came from unless Socrates philosophies have some how influenced it. So, if you don’t like, blame him. ^.^
Flames just might be entertaining. I don’t know. I’ve never gotten one.
Darkness fell onto a shadowed street. A pair of pale green eyes looked up towards the previously lit street. All the lights on this small backwood road were out, even the flickering candles in the house across the street. The figure smiled, stretched, and sat up closing it’s lackluster eyes. If one had a flashlight, perhaps they could see through the thickening black. Or perhaps not.
A car drove by, and if the driver had been properly paying attention, perhaps she could have seen the brown hair half covering dull green eyes, sunken into a pale face. Perhaps she could have seen the lanky body of a tall young man standing, staring at her car. Perhaps she could have seen that tall, apparently harmless, young man walk silently towards her car. Or perhaps not.
The car pulled into a driveway and the teenaged girl stepped out. To anyone else, her body would have been barely visible through the darkness. However, to those pallid, green eyes her figure was clear. Blond hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, bright, sparkling blue eyes completely focused on finding the right key, her lithe, smooth body barely covered by that tight, short skirt and blouse. Perhaps if she was fully aware of her surroundings she would have noticed her stalker. But he doubted it.
As the young woman took a step towards the house, she paused. She seemed to feel the darkness surrounding her, almost filling her. She looked around frantically for a moment before assuring herself that it was nothing. A shadow in the night. He smiled at the thought, knowing that what would overcome her tonight wouldn’t be much different. She went to take another step, but felt too tired, too heavy, to do so. Her heartbeat picked up again. Her thoughts became frantic as she tried to run. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps if I make it to the house I’ll be okay. Or perhaps not.
She gasped as she felt cold arms wrap around her body. The darkness was overwhelming. She heard a whisper in her ear. “Shhhh. . .” It sounded almost to her as the wind dancing through the leaves of the old oak tree outside her bedroom window. Her body relaxed at his almost silent command, rebelling against her racing mind. The darkness seemed to be encompasing her, inside and out. Her eyes grew dull as it felt as though her very life force was being taken away by the black. Her body fell into his arms as the darkness won her over. A pale hand reached up and closed her lifeless, dull blue eyes. Bright, shining green eyes looked up at the moon, as the figure smiled. She was carried silently up to her room and tucked into bed. As she was tucked in, the dim street lights turned on, as did the candles across the street and the small lamp by her bedside. Her parents would think ,perhaps, that she had died in her sleep with no idea that she was murdered. Or perhaps not. He doubted it.
I wrote this in Ancient History and, believe it or not, I was reading about Socrates at the time. No idea where this came from unless Socrates philosophies have some how influenced it. So, if you don’t like, blame him. ^.^
Flames just might be entertaining. I don’t know. I’ve never gotten one.
Darkness fell onto a shadowed street. A pair of pale green eyes looked up towards the previously lit street. All the lights on this small backwood road were out, even the flickering candles in the house across the street. The figure smiled, stretched, and sat up closing it’s lackluster eyes. If one had a flashlight, perhaps they could see through the thickening black. Or perhaps not.
A car drove by, and if the driver had been properly paying attention, perhaps she could have seen the brown hair half covering dull green eyes, sunken into a pale face. Perhaps she could have seen the lanky body of a tall young man standing, staring at her car. Perhaps she could have seen that tall, apparently harmless, young man walk silently towards her car. Or perhaps not.
The car pulled into a driveway and the teenaged girl stepped out. To anyone else, her body would have been barely visible through the darkness. However, to those pallid, green eyes her figure was clear. Blond hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, bright, sparkling blue eyes completely focused on finding the right key, her lithe, smooth body barely covered by that tight, short skirt and blouse. Perhaps if she was fully aware of her surroundings she would have noticed her stalker. But he doubted it.
As the young woman took a step towards the house, she paused. She seemed to feel the darkness surrounding her, almost filling her. She looked around frantically for a moment before assuring herself that it was nothing. A shadow in the night. He smiled at the thought, knowing that what would overcome her tonight wouldn’t be much different. She went to take another step, but felt too tired, too heavy, to do so. Her heartbeat picked up again. Her thoughts became frantic as she tried to run. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps if I make it to the house I’ll be okay. Or perhaps not.
She gasped as she felt cold arms wrap around her body. The darkness was overwhelming. She heard a whisper in her ear. “Shhhh. . .” It sounded almost to her as the wind dancing through the leaves of the old oak tree outside her bedroom window. Her body relaxed at his almost silent command, rebelling against her racing mind. The darkness seemed to be encompasing her, inside and out. Her eyes grew dull as it felt as though her very life force was being taken away by the black. Her body fell into his arms as the darkness won her over. A pale hand reached up and closed her lifeless, dull blue eyes. Bright, shining green eyes looked up at the moon, as the figure smiled. She was carried silently up to her room and tucked into bed. As she was tucked in, the dim street lights turned on, as did the candles across the street and the small lamp by her bedside. Her parents would think ,perhaps, that she had died in her sleep with no idea that she was murdered. Or perhaps not. He doubted it.